Cole liked the kneading. It was comfortable and familiar and felt good. He pushed his body in a slow roll, wincing slightly as moving made him use his leg again.

Then Dorian was there, making it better with his hand and his own movements and Cole let out another sound of pleasure. "Not the same. That's... how you feel them. Not how they are. Not how they would be to me. I like that." The last bit was directed to how Dorian touched and moved.